Ode To Dermot

Rawr!

Here's a poem that I wrote. It was kinda a joke, because a friend of mine killed a fly that we used to joke was our pet! So I thought that I'd post it on here, as some people *cough* have been complaining about it all being doom and gloom!

Around the room
Flying low
Our hearts are now
Filled with woe!

You brought us joy
Buzzing about
Until you're life
Peach stamped out!

Scanning the air
All night long
One hard stomp
And you were gone!

We miss you now
Our little pet
You will live on
We will never forget!

Dylan_James

I wasn't complaining, however when I read your introduction the following sprung to mind:

I HEARD a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.

The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.

I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable,—and then
There interposed a fly,

With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.

Rawr!

Who is that?

Dylan_James

I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died by Emily Dickinson

Rawr!

Havent come across that one.... Jeez, I should have known that one... It being my THE great Miss Dickinson herself!

I have all her poems here..... I spose I should read them....